Billionaire's Contract Engagement(55)

He gathered his clothes from the floor and walked into her bedroom,  expecting her to be getting dressed. Instead she was lying in bed,  propped up on one elbow, the blankets draped about waist level.

She probably wasn't trying to look sexy, but damn it all, she did. At  that moment he would swear on his life that she had the most beautiful  breasts in the free world. And, God, did he ache to get his hands on  them.

"Taking a nap?" he asked.

She shook her head, then she pulled back the covers on the opposite side of the bed and patted the mattress. "Get in."

Get in? Into bed?

Now he was the one who was confused. "Mel-"

"Get in," she said more firmly.

"But  …  I thought  …  I thought we were waiting."

"Me, too. Now come over here and get into bed."

Though he still wasn't sure what was going on, he walked to the bed,  tossing his clothes in a pile on the floor. His skin was still damp and  the sheets stuck to him as he slid between them.

Since he didn't know what she expected from him, he lay beside her, mirroring her position. "Okay, I'm in. Now what?"

"Now you should kiss me. And this time don't worry about the plumbing. I want you to touch me."

Good, because he started getting hard the second he saw her lying there,  and short of putting on pants, or lying on top of the covers while she  stayed under them, there was going to be inevitable physical contact.  The question was, how far was she willing to let this go?

"Just to be clear, so I don't cross any boundaries, are you saying that you want to make love?"

"Yes, I am. And I do. Right now."

Thank You, God.

She lay back against the pillows, gazing up at him, waiting for his  kiss. He knew what the old Mel would expect. She would want it hard and  fast and breathless. But this Mel didn't have a clue what she wanted, so  he was free to do whatever he chose, like a painter with a clean  canvas.

But maybe this time, it was a picture they could paint together.





Twelve


Ash leaned in to kiss her, his hand cupping her face so tenderly, and  Melody knew she was safe with him. That she would always be safe.

She wasn't exacatly sure what happened in the bathroom, but when Ash  shut off the water and wrapped her in a towel, told her they were  stopping, something inside her shifted. She knew in that second that she  wanted him, that she was ready now. It was time to stop looking  backward and focus on the future.         

     



 

His lips brushed hers, so gentle and sweet, and whatever anxiety or fear  remained dissolved with their mingling breath. It was the kind of  perfect kiss that every girl dreamed about. And she had, she realized.  She had been that girl. The memory was so near she could almost reach  out and touch it. But she didn't want to think about anything right now,  she just wanted to feel. And Ash was exceptional in that department.

His kisses roused her senses and his caresses trailed fire across her  skin. It was as if he owned a road map to every erogenous zone on her  body, and he explored each one until she felt crazy with want. He made  her shudder and quake, taking her to the brink of mindless ecstasy then  yanking her back the second before she could reach her peak.

He aroused her with such practiced skill it made her feel inept in her  own efforts, but he never once gave the impression that her touch did  anything but arouse him. And nothing could be more erotic for her than  touching him all over. Learning him again. She discovered that his ears  were exceptionally sensitive, because when she nibbled them he groaned  and fisted his hands in her hair. And when she did the same to his  nipple he dragged her face to his and kissed her so hard she felt  breathless. What he seemed to like most though was when she straddled  his thighs, took his erection in her hand, but instead of stroking,  swirled her thumb in slow circles around the head.

"My God, that feels amazing," Ash said, his eyes rolling closed, his  fingers curling into the sheets. It was unbelievably arousing, watching  him struggle for control. Knowing she was making him feel that way.

"Did I used to do this to you before?"

He swallowed hard and shook his head. "I don't want to come yet, but if you keep that up I will."

"It's okay if you do." She wanted him to.

He shook his head and opened his eyes. They were glassy and unfocused. "Not yet. Not until I'm inside you."

Well, all he had to do was ask. She rose up on her knees and centered  herself over him. When he realized what she intended to do, he asked,  "Are you sure?"

She had never been so sure of anything in her life.

Her eyes locked on his, she slowly lowered herself onto his erection,  taking him inside her inch by excruciating inch. She was sure that  making love, no matter how often or how many times they had done it  before, had never given her this soul-deep sensation of completeness.

"You're so tight," he said, his hands splayed across her hips, looking as though he was barely hanging on.

She rose up until only the head was inside her, then sank back down. Ash  groaned as her body clenched down around him. He reached up and hooked  his hands around her neck, pulling her down for a kiss. It was deep and  reckless and more than a little wild. And in one smooth motion, he  rolled her over so that she was the one on her back, looking up at him.  And he was wearing a cocky grin.

She opened her mouth to protest the sudden change of dynamics, but at  the same time he rocked into her, swift and deep-oh, so deep-and the  sound that emerged was a throaty moan.

He pulled back again then rocked forward. Once, twice. Slooowly.  Watching her face. This was just like the shower video, only better  because she was actually feeling it. And it was everything she expected  and more.

Faster, she wanted to say. Harder. But the words were getting lost  somewhere between her brain and her lips. She felt paralyzed, poised on a  precipice, and as he moved inside her, each thrust pushed her a little  closer to the edge. Ash must have been able to tell that she was close.  He picked up speed.

Her body began to tremble, then quake, then the pleasure took hold  almost violently. It felt as though her body was turning in on itself.  Toes curling, fingers clenching. She was still in its grip when Ash  groaned and shuddered. She was just starting to come around, to come  back to herself, when he dropped his head on her shoulder. He was  breathing hard, and she was having a tough time catching her breath,  too.

Ash kissed her one last time then rolled over onto the mattress, drawing her against his side.

"Don't take this the wrong way," he said. "But that was without question the quietest sex we have ever had."

She knew from the videos that she had the tendency to be  …  vocal, during  sex, but she just assumed she was saucing it up for the camera. She  didn't realize she always acted that way. "I can try to be louder next  time."

"Oh, no," he said quickly. "Quiet is good. I've stopped getting those I-know-what-you-did-last-night looks in the elevator."

She rose up on her elbow to look at him. "You're not serious," she said,  but she could see by his expression that he was. Her cheeks flushed  just thinking about it. He once said that she had voyeuristic  tendencies, but come on. "I still have a hard time believing some of the  things I did. And you know, I just assumed that when I got my memories  back, I would go back to being the person I was before. But the truth  is, I don't think I want to. I think I like myself better the way I am  now."         

     



 

"You know, I think I do, too."

She hoped he really meant that. That he wasn't secretly disappointed.  "You don't miss the makeup and the perfect hair and the clingy clothes?"

"To be honest, I hadn't given it much thought. The clothes you wear look  fine to me, and your hair is cute this way." He reached up and tucked a  strand behind her ear. "As for the makeup, I never thought you needed  it anyway."

"I think I was insecure as a child."

His brow furrowed. "You remember?"

"Not exactly. It's hard to explain. It's just a feeling I have. I look  at the way I was and it's just so not me, so not who I am now. It makes  me feel as though I was playing a role. Trying to be something that I  wasn't. Which means I couldn't have liked myself very much, could I?"

"I guess not."

"Would it be okay with you if I bought some new clothes? Those lace  push-up bras are like medieval torture devices. I'd honestly rather have  smaller-looking boobs than suffer another day in one of those things."

He grinned. "You can buy whatever you need."

"I'll probably need you to take me, though. Since I'm not thrilled with  the idea of taking the bus. In fact, I may never get on one again. You  could just drop me off, and I could call when I'm finished."

"How would you feel about driving yourself?"

She thought about that and realized there was really no reason why she  couldn't drive herself. She was off the pain meds and she wasn't getting  dizzy any longer. "I guess I could. As long as you don't mind loaning  me your car."